Everyone was talking over each other and pointing fingers at who they thought was at fault. I could barely focus on what they all were saying. My ears are ringing, eyes drooping, and my brain is super foggy.
"Shut up!" I yell.
Just like that it went quiet. Taking in a short breath, I can finally sort of think. I rub both temples with my fingers and try to sooth a migraine that is coming on.
"All of you stop acting like babies. Get dressed, rehearse then I want all of you to help out for your own got damn event. You aren't big enough to be catered, this will make something happen so make it happen" I sternly say.
"Yo, lady, this isn't what we signed up for" someone said.
"Then I guess you don't want to be seen and maybe even signed for something bigger. Now quit whining and get to work or I suggested you get used to taking a different kind of orders" I snap back.
"You heard her, get moving" Mercedes claps.
Everyone gets going and I sigh in relief. I should have pushed the date for a later showing instead of trying to rush everything. This, this is what's going to kill me.
"You shouldn't have talked to my friends like that" Dave said.
"Your friends shouldn't have had a melt down because someone ate someone else's brownie" I lowly reply.
"If this is how you're going to treat us then you should just leave" he said.
I look at him like he is fading away. In my vision, he kind of is. I chuckle dryly and lightly shake my head.
"Oh no, mister. You got me into this, I am seeing it through. You'll all thank me once this is done. Right now, I'm not your guy's friend, I am your manager and I suggest you join the others before I snap" I say.
Dave looks at me with furrowed brows but moves along anyway. I pulled all this together with an advance on my paycheck from Uncle Griff. My literal life savings is in this. It's going to be great weather they like it or not.
A staff member hands me something I need to sign. After signing it, I hand it back and hold my head. Another one of those dizzy spells hit me.
"Okay, so everything is in order. The camera crew set up, the dancer promoters are scheduled to arrive in 3 hours on the dot, and all props, lighting, etc. are in order" Mercedes listed off.
"Perfect, now, how about drinks and snacks for the performers?" I ask.
"Delivered and tasted tested by staff to make sure nothing is off" she said.
I gave her a strange look.
"What? We don't want a repeat of what happened at the Big Time Rush concert" she shrugs.
"Okay... What else needs to be checked?" I asked.
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"We make good managers" Mercedes said.
I hum in response and continue watching the performance. They look amazing. The chorography, the outfits, the special effects, it all came together. The lighting tech is doing an amazing job. Occasionally, Mercedes or I will tell him to add something or do a different task to match the act.
They have a live audience, professional camera crew, promoters and some reporters. They are eating up all of this.
Sipping on my hundredth coffee, I can feel my eyes still want to snap shut. Just a few more minutes and all of this will be over. I see a few people walk up to us from the corner of my eye. I gently nudge my elbow to the dance team's coach and just watch the show. Because I'm so close to them, I can hear their conversation.
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Big Time Rush
Fanfiction(REWRITTING) Malina gypsy Griffin was a small time singer. At age 16 she ran away to Palm Woods with her friend Dave to help him become a dancer in the world of arts. She runs into the Knights and made a friend. Now she's thrown into the world of ar...
